An orgasm a day… day 4

Since I am home for some time, Master T. has decided that a multi-day task is in order. Other than that I have to relax and rest a lot, for ten days I have to use an object I can find in our household to bring myself to orgasm. The moment I heard about this, some images sprang to mind, but I definitely did not have enough ideas to fill ten days. Not at that moment. This is how this slutty journey developed…

At last I had a day on which I was alone for the better part of the day. I had one specific household instrument in mind to use for this ten day assignment, but since I knew it would be a bit noisy, I had to make sure that I would be alone. So today was the day! Not only for using a spatula to bring me to orgasm, but also for testing the vibe I won some weeks ago. But that of course, is another story!

I went upstairs to our bedroom, spatula in hand. I wondered whether what I was planning would really bring me to orgasm. See, I had this feeling that self-inflicted pain would excite me in such a way that I would easily reach an orgasm. Since I orgasmed by having only my nipples pinched while we were in the hotel and I know how wet I get when I am spanked, this was not such a strange assumption on my side.

I made a couple of photos before I started. At first I sat on my knees on the bed. One by one I started slapping my breasts with the spatula. I had to think of a post I read of someone I consider a friend on twitter. I remembered the photos I have seen of her breast slapping and seemed to remember that the marks got darker after some time. I wondered whether my breasts would easily bruise too. I have never done something like this before, but I really wanted to try it, to see if and how much it excites me.

The slapping continued. I tried to hit myself as hard as I could, but that did not do the trick for me. What did was to just keep on slapping on the same spot for a while and then move on to the next. It hurt, a burning kind of sensation, and my skin turned red. I stopped to make some photos and it seemed as if the red quickly got lighter again. I was a bit disappointed, so picked up the spatula again and started slapping my breasts again. I tried to slap them all around, but found that slapping the inner top sides was easier than any other place on my breasts. I stopped again for some photos and this time the redness did not disappear as quickly.

I lay back against my pillows and spread my legs. I started slapping my pussy, but that hurt just a little too much to my liking. The harder piece in the middle of the spatula – kind of the extension of the handle – just came down harder than I liked. I resumed the slapping of my breasts while my other hand found the wetness between my legs. Again I stopped, as I almost forgot to make Master T. a video as I did the first three days. It took a couple of tries before I was happy with the angle.

Again I lay back and again I started slapping myself with the spatula, while fingering myself and rubbing my clit. I had to get the coordination of my hands right, but once I did, I started enjoying. But would this be enough for an orgasm? Would I be able to orgasm while hurting myself? Sure I would. I saw the lighter parts of my breast showing an angry red and I liked it. That excited me. It made me slap myself harder. Watching the spatula come down on my breasts and imagining the bruises I might have, I climaxed.

About half an hour after the climax I took a shower. Drying myself off afterwards, I looked down and saw the light red bruises on my breasts. I smiled and whispered: I haz bruizes. And many times later during the day, I looked down my top and admired my bruises. Yes, I was proud and satisfied.(And I loved it even more the next day, because the bruises turned darker.)

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Uniforms... some love them, some hate them, some fantasize about them. Is it the uniform or the person wearing it? Come share your sexy uniform stories for #WickedWednesday or share any story you like, whether you follow the #prompt or not! wp.me/p2yuUs-2zy#meme

Uniforms... some love them, some hate them, some fantasize about them. Is it the uniform or the person wearing it? Come share your sexy uniform stories for #WickedWednesday or share any story you like, whether you #follow the prompt or not! wp.me/p2yuUs-2zy#meme

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